Lyrics:
you gotta problem wanna fight tho?
Money on ya head cus the price low
Dripping in the house like the pipes broke
Shawty shop with me cus the prices low
hoping that I listened
Shorty I just want you here
(Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay)
Shorty I just want you here
(I)
I need you by my side
(I need you by my side
like Gun Jack
Dark greeting to yo head now yo health bar wack
Took time off now it’s return of the Mack
Rhymes sharp and still known as a cool cat
My
break, every mill' I ate
Head to head, whoever hustle hardest
On the block ducking charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
He got a job, all my bottles got
'cause I like the sample
Wait!
This man though, dismantle
Put your head on this mantle
I see BS in your channel
Get outshined by my shadow
I don't
wit the shits
Ya boy caught a wave, I ain't worried bout no fish, ya weight lite
Tell the preacher, say a prayer for my haters, yah
Pack leaders, don't
wit the s****
Ya boy caught a wave, I ain't worried bout no fish, ya weight lite
Tell the preacher, say a prayer for my haters, yah
Pack leaders, don't
The sheep misinformed, it's so silly brooooooo
I know, I know
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
Ay
You fuckin' whore get the fuck outta my face
Ain't no loaded gun
me see you dip
Still mesmerized by your hips
Rubbin ya body with my fingertips
Listen to the words coming out my lips
Babygirl you know I like you
wonder how long it's gon' take fo niggas realize it's not a game.
Look at me, nigga... Ya think I'm playin?
Do it look like everything in my life goin'
the fuck you at? (Tical)
Let me hear you pigeons run ya mouth now (shut the fuck up)
I'm pluggin' in them social skills that keep my total bills
Over
me
Aye baby can’t you see
That I’m a mess without ya
Im all alone in my bed
Can’t get you outta my head
Calls declined text left on read
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
Ay, ya, ya, oh, woo, yeah
Chica bom bom (chica bom bom)
(That's right) that's right
Chica bom bom, chica bom bom (ho)
Chica bom bom, chica bom
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
when you hear my name
Youu0027re player 2, so get out of my way
It ainu0027t a game, but you know if I play
I donu0027t play-ay-ay-ay
Game Over
my head
(You got to git up, git out and git something)
Now I know it's on, my day is finally started
Back up in my crib, eat my shit, break out
weighs on me, cause i know
She’ll be way outta map
And I’m
In my warzone
This is how i know
My life’s at low
No where to go
In my warzone
This is how I
brother slime
My daddy slime, yeah he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
Ay, how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?)
I'm in here, ay, 4K
on the grind
Doin' time help a nigga out to clear up my head
Use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed
It was said I would end up dead working in
die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
the earth like Grime
But ghost on a mission
Have you heard my grind
Thallipoli vibes
Put ya head in a mulcher
Dont disrespect me again
I won't indulge ya
I
Let me take these 16 down to 16 bits
Back when I was Super Sonic on the Sega Genesis
Simpsons print on my pyjama pants material
Pourin’ out
Ay
Ay
Ay yeah yeah
I was 16
Actin' twice my age
That's 32
Witta .38
I got shit to prove
And a point to make
I want kilograms
Fuck Uncle Sam
Tryna tax
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